TG Caption - A Crawler in Darkness

Okay, I know I always say how some captions are hard to make, how much effort I put on them and so on. But guys, seriously, this one was a nightmare: I started it two weeks ago, finishing the first version last week. But then, I had to make some major changes, finishing this second version three days ago. And then, once again, I decided it still wasn't perfect.

Finally, though, here it is: it's weirder than my usual, but also prettier; after all, I finally got rid of editing in MS Paint (yeah, I did that) and started using some better tools. This way, I have much more freedom and the outcome gets much better.

Anyway guys, hope you enjoy the reading!

Image source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/52111051

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     Many think the greatest honor a knight of the crown may receive is to fight in a war. If their titles were adorned by stories, to fight a war carrying the standard with the coat of arms from the realm should be the ultimate glory they can achieve. Although, there’s one greater act these warriors may complete in order to go down in history, for most of those who fight a war are eventually forgotten. Monster slayers, however, are forever to be renowned. That’s why, when the castle’s sorcerer confirmed a demon was the kidnapper of princess Guinevere, Syr Lucan immediately offered to go.

    Ever since Lucan decided he wanted to be a knight, he dreamed about glory: he wasn’t part of the plebs, but neither was he royal. To become a member of the King’s  elite guards and conquer the princess was his ultimate goal; to establish his name not only as the fearsome Syr Lucan but, eventually, as King Lucan. Therefore, the kidnap of Guinevere was everything he needed: a chance to slay a demon and to ask for the princess’ hand as a payment for his services. After two weeks on his horseback, Lucan could spot the colossal castle on the side of the desolate mountain. At the peak of his physical fortitude, the young man climbed it in a couple hours, but he waited until dawn to invade the demon’s room. It was in one of the highest towers and, to his surprise, the creature was sleeping.

    It looked weirdly human, if not by the horns and the red stone ingrown in the left side of his chest. More surprisingly, though, was that laying by his side, Guinevere slept like a baby by the side of her captor. He opened the window like a ghost and walked inside without making the slightest sound. He drew his sword with a swift movement and aimed for the stone. However, the sword never hit the rock. In fact, the rock was now even redder, a crimson glimmer coming from the splattered blood on it.

    The princess was biting her lip, trying not to faint from the deep wound on her hand. Her movement was so sudden, Lucan couldn’t avoid hitting her. The fact was that her scream woke up the creature, who now stared at Lucan. ‘No matter what happened, one more hit and he is gone.’ Lucan thought as he once more aimed at the stone. It was too late, though, as he found his sword frozen in place, centimeters from the thing’s chest. Dropping his sword, Lucan went flying to the other side of the room, his metallic armor kneading by the impact against the wall.

    “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” The creature shouted, storming towards Lucan. “Meleagant, stop!” The princess screamed, holding the demon by his arms. “This piece of garbage almost took your hand off, Guine!” He argued. “Princess...” The knight cordially called, getting up. “I’m here to save you.” He proclaimed, moving to a combat position. “Syr Lucan, isn’t it? I don’t need saving. I’m sorry if my father told you this, but I wasn’t kidnapped. It was my choice to leave the realm. I’m with Meleagant because I want to. He never tried to harm me, he came to my rescue when I was assaulted by robbers during a trip two years ago. You and the other guards were protecting my father that day, and he saved me. We kept in touch through my dreams, but father kept saying I was possessed. I asked him to accept our relationship many times, until I couldn’t take it anymore.”

    Guinevere begged for Lucan to stop through her eyes. The man, though, only hardened his stare. “How dare you, filthy bastard. You hypnotized the sweet princess Guinevere.” In shock, Guinevere looked at the demon, who clearly tried to control himself. “I will erase you from this realm and marry the princess, you hellish nightmare.” The princess' eyes went empty for a second by Lucan’s words. The fiend started walking again, as the princess released him. Dodging the knight's attacks, he slammed Lucan against the wall. “What the hell wass that? This is what you are after? Marrying Guine?” The demon whispered, furious. “You filthy animal… You won’t get away with this!” The knight babbled. The princess took a step in his direction. “My father told me about you, Lucan. He insisted that I should marry you, no matter what I felt towards Meleagant. He never respected me, but I thought it was just his devious mind that looked at me as if I was an object. But no, you think the same. And you came here and was about to murder a man you don’t even know for such a petty reason?”

    “Guine, unless you want me to,” the demon said, pressing the fighting knight even stronger against the wall, “I won’t let this piece of garbage walk away unpunished.” The princess pondered for a second, but the look of determination and rage Lucan was giving the demon made up her mind. “Do as you want.” Guinevere apathetically grumbled. “You like this, don’t you knight? Even now, while I hold you, you are so sure you can win… Kill someone in a fight you picked.” With his other hand, the demon stopped Lucan from getting a knife from his armor. “You are pathetic and cruel. You really think I’m just evil because I’m not human? How many lifes did your species got rid of just because they didn’t fit your stupid patterns?” He dragged the knight through the wall, until with a final turn threw him on the ground. The air left Lucan’s lungs.

    “This will be worse than death for you then.” Meleagant warned, before piercing the knight’s chest with his hand. Lucan was surprised to see, however, that no blood came out: actually, it didn’t even hurt, since the demon’s hand ghostly went through his chest and back. Lucan could tell, however, that Meleagant did something. Inside of his chest, something felt out of place.“This will be enough.” The demon said, taking a step back. Guinevere was once again laying on the bed, pretending to be asleep, but Meleagant just sat by her side, staring at Lucan. “Now, give up.”

    “As if!” Lucan laughed, picking his sword back. “You are done for, demon. I don’t know what you did...” His vision felt blurry, unable to focus on the demon’s figure. He dashed to the demon, who didn’t even pretend to be surprised when the knight suddenly dropped his sword. “What in the name of God is happening?” Lucan asked, realizing he was unable to get his weapon back. It was right there, but he just… Couldn’t. In the blink of an eye, as his vision grew blurrier and blurrier, he could see much of his sword scattered on the ground. He felt a fever as never before, as if his forehead was about to burst open. He propped himself on a wall, feeling his body weak. “Wh-What is going on?” He whispered.

    In an unwitting movement, he touched his burning forehead. In horrible surprise, as his hand raised in the air, he realized it was only visible in some of the multiple views he had. In shock, he realized the views didn’t even blink at the same time. A scream of tangible fear came out of the knight’s throat as he moved his hand slowly over each of the eyes: there were six of them. “What did you- ach!” He couldn’t finish his sentence, writhing in pain as a burning feeling rushed from his stomach to his mouth.

    “What did you do to me?” Lucan cried, his voice coming out weirdly hissy. He felt the dark magic of the creature taking over him, as the knight pressed his back against the wall to prevent him from falling, the muscles vanishing from his legs. They cracked and burned on the inside, the man unable to tell what was really going on inside his armor. Through some of his eyes, even with the blurry vision, he could see his own hair and, in shock, watched stunned as it grew impossibly fast, covering part of his vision. Not even his arms were safe now, as he watched them getting thinner and weaker, the muscles from years of training disappearing. He had to get away from that room, otherwise all would be in vain. He attempted to dash to the door, only to pathetically fall in front of his nemesis.

    “No, you won’t go to the door. Once your legs are done, you’ll walk to the window.” But even though Lucan heard the order, he couldn’t focus on it. The curse had spreaded so much he didn’t even hear his own screams as he squirmed in pain. The knight felt his entire face changing, not only the bone structure cracking and reshaping into something else, but even the eyelashes from his original eyes being pulled and stretched. Inside the armor, his muscular figure melted, his waist getting slimmer and his shoulders shorter. Lucan managed to remove the gauntlets of the armor, just to in shock stare at a soft, delicate arm. Its skin featured a pale purple tone he never saw in a human before. The only trait that proved he was looking to his actual arm was the tattoo he received on his wrist once he became a knight. However, it was barely visible on his new skin.

    Soon, though, Lucan was brought back from his daze by an excruciating sensation of pressure. At first, it was tolerable, affecting only his chest and hips, but soon it overcame any other pain he could feel. A feminine cry came from his mouth, as he desperately tried to remove the armor. To his surprise, the demon came to help him, removing everything from below the knight’s waist. For a second, he was desperate to have his enemy seeing his penis, but the shock of looking to what was happening down there made such simplistic anxieties vanish: his legs were swollen, plump with fat he didn't remember having; his hips were cracking and expanding, to a wideness that would put most of the kingdom’s whores to shame; but worst of all, his ass was expanding to a point that would have thorn the armor appart, if the demon didn’t help him.
    Starting from his legs, some sort of carapace started to grow over his monstrous skin. Purple and inhuman, it spreaded, hardening everything it covered, until it finally reached his ass. It was still expanding, at first filling with fat  and enlarging, but the inhuman proportions it started getting revealed there was much more going on: soon, both his buttcheeks were covered in the hard carapace and, still, it expanded. He once again tried to get up, horribly feeling his legs no longer had feet, but actually, some sort of pointed extensions one would only find in insects. This fact, combined to the absurd weight his rear now presented, pulled him back as soon as he got up.
    This time, however, he didn’t fall back to the ground. From his still growing bottom, a pair of extensions sprouted, impossibly growing fast enough to prevent him from falling. As his ass kept expanding, two more of those extensions sprouted. Matter of fact, even saying the knight had an ass at this point wouldn’t be pretty right, for his butt cheeks had already vanished and what kept growing and forming now looked much more like an insect-like body part than anything else. “Are those… Legs?” The knight finally understood, as the final pair of spider legs formed from his lower half, holding his enormous trunk. As a last detail, the black surface soon started to display a purple pattern and, feeling the entirety of its new body, Lucan painfully concluded he had a fully functional spider body merged to him.

With his bottom expansion finally finished, his dick hanging between his original legs, slightly crushed by the massive thighs it already featured, the spider creature painfully remembered her ass wasn’t the only thing being crushed: by this time, Lucan could barely breathe, feeling his ribs about to break, until Meleagant, with a precise movement, removed the metal plate from his chest, the armor finally disassembling as two breasts bounced free from the tight outfit. Not only his curves were massive, but his areolas were lewdly puffy.

    “Almost done, ‘knight’.” The demon mocked and, unintentionally, Lucan started to walk towards the window. “No, no, wait!” Her voice was weirdly sexual and feminine to a degree that she couldn’t recognize herself. And at every step, she felt her dick shrinking. “I-I can’t go out like this! Turn me back!” She begged, but didn’t slow down, following the demon’s previous rule. “You wanted an evil monster so much, didn’t you? An enemy for the kingdom. Now you have it. Be that enemy and create much more, as a lurker creature from darkness. You’ll spend the rest of your life hiding and crawling in the shadows and will bring doom to your old friends as you fall into the pit filled with instinct you’ll become. Follow your nature and crawl away!” Without saying another word, the spider girl felt her penis finally gone, her thighs slightly rubbing against a moist surface completely new to her. Abashed, she went through the window and crawled down the wall back to the floor.
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    How did Arthur end up like that? A week ago, he was sent to a mission many failed before him: to find what happened to the former knight Syr Lucan two years ago. In a failed attempt to rescue a princess (that was now assumed to be dead), he also vanished. Some great knights followed his leads, searched for clues, but most of them never found out what happened. If any of them did, it was probably the ones that didn’t come back. But Arthur was the youngest man to ever be declared a knight and, as a prodigy, was certain he could find out what happened. In fact, he was absolutely sure he was following the right leads when he found that abandoned mansion, next to a forest.

    Now, he was finally waking up, feeling his movements completely restricted.“Worry not, my dear...” A feminine voice came from somewhere in the dark room. As curtains suddenly moved to review the sun, Arthur realized he was tangled in a spider-web. A huge spider web. And it trembled as something crawled on it, coming from upon Arthur. “You’re about to have the best night of your life...” The provoking voice kept saying, soon revealing herself in the sunlight: it was a sensual woman, with curves not similar to anything Arthur ever saw; she moved sexily and her breasts were barely being hold by a piece of cloth, apparently about to burst from it at any second; her vagina was exposed as well, completely visible to Arthur as she climbed down the web, approaching his face.
    The way she walked, though, was what made Arthur scream: for the woman didn’t have human legs, but instead, was a spider from her hips down. She crawled the web towards Arthur, who in his desperate shaking, realized he was standing around 6 foot from the floor.  “Just enjoy yourself...” The spider creature practically moaned to the stunned Arthur, touching her genital slightly with the tip of her legs . “After all, if you are fun, I might decide to keep you for myself~” In absolute horror, Arthur noticed the tattoo that defined one as a knight still visible in the creature’s right wrist.